But really, back then, Yan Xixi must have been stupider than a pig, right? To think her heart had been so clouded by lard that she actually told him about every single crack that had appeared between her and Huang Xiaojue, asking him to analyze and strategize for her.
No doubt, he must have laughed himself silly at her expense back then.
She was overcome with shame and utterly exhausted.
She really wanted to hit him.
It was strange. She should have punched him hard back then.
But she didn't dare – who would dare hit someone who had been nothing but incredibly kind to you?
It was all over. This was a disaster.
She had to swallow her anger, without even the right to retaliate. It was just too unfair!
Her mobile phone kept lighting up with new messages, but she didn't want to look.
She felt suffocated and hollow... It had become a long-standing habit to chat idly with him every night, even if it was just nonsense, just to feel at ease.
Would she never speak to this guy again?
